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... i Ying to come forward. She proactively reached out to hold Bi Ying’s hands, gently rubbing Bi Ying’s palm and fingertips with her own fingers, feeling a rough texture.
A sudden ache pierced Du Zhaoyi’s heart. Bi Ying was her personal palace maid, brought from home into the palace, serving her since childhood, and they had grown up together. She had never suffered any hardships, her duties only involved handing her a cloth, serving tea, or combing her hair. Saying she never lifted a fing ...
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